Chapter 15
The aftermath of Chaos
It was early in the morning after a long night of chaos and confusion.
I stood behind Tammy, her body pressed against mine.
She looked incredible with her wild blonde hair and light brown eyes.
She was standing at the island, eating and feeding me like a baby.
She had actually brought happiness and peace to my dark moment.
“Damn, cuz, you ain’t tell me you liked big girls,” Trent joked.
“Boy, you wish your funny-looking ass could pull a me,” Tammy fired back with a mug.
Me and Mama looked at each other and started laughing.
“What you’re not going to do is sit here and body-shame my daughter-in-law. She looks great—hips, thighs, and the ass these bitches are paying for,” Mama Rudy said.
“Tell him, Mama,” I said, kissing Tammy on the lips and holding her close.
“I was just playing! Y'all really going to gang up on me? You know I like 'em big, too; I just never popped out with a big girl before,” Trent defended himself.
“That’s your problem, lol. Ain't nothing wrong with a big girl. I mean, I love mine—she pushes me to be a better man. And I been with all types of women, but none could fuck with my big girl, and she’s the most exotic thing I ever had,” Silk said.
“I know they fuck and suck better, but I just feel like I look better with some thick shit,” Trent muttered.
Right on cue, Mama Rudy slapped him upside the head.
“Watch what you say in front of me. I’m 'bout to go lay in Donny’s room; call me if y'all need me,” Mama said, walking upstairs.
“I’m 'bout to head out, I gotta go pick up Mercedes. She just texted and said they released her,” Silk said.
“Trent, it’s an extra room down here, just don’t bring no hoes here. We take them to the trap house,” I said.
“Really? That’s what you are on?” Tammy asked.
“Baby, I’m just saying, I don’t bring hoes where I lay my head, that’s it.”
“I’m sleepy, so I know you are. Let’s take a nap,” she said.
A Moment of Peace
Me and Tammy went upstairs, and she changed into a moo-moo. All I could do was rub her juicy booty.
“Clover, I thought we was taking a nap,” she said.
“We are. You don’t want me to touch you? I think your softness would make me sleep better,” I said honestly.
She turned to me, laid on my chest, and started snoring. A few minutes later, I felt a little slob on my chest—she was out cold. A few minutes after that, I felt completely in sync with her.
I woke up dick on brick, Tammy’s ass right on me.
I rubbed under her gown. She wasn't wearing any panties, so I started to rub her pussy.
She was instantly wet, letting out a soft moan.
I put a little spit on my tip and slid in.
Going in and out, she instantly started to meet my thrusts, moaning lowly.
“Why you fucking me like this, Daddy?” she said.
“Because this pussy’s mine,” I said, stroking her harder from the side.
“Ahh, shit, Daddy, right there!” she said. I felt her tighten up, but I kept my fast pace to release my semen deep inside her.
We lay there as I pulled her closer to me, drifting back to sleep.
The Call
I woke up to five missed calls and a text from Dad saying he wanted to meet. I sat up for a second, thinking hard. He had been ignoring Mama while his son was on his deathbed, and something just didn’t sit right. There’s no way this nigga who hurt my brother... I thought to myself.
Tammy’s eyes opened. She sat up and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m 'bout to go holla at Madukes. Get your beauty sleep, Ma.” I kissed her on the lips and walked down the stairs to the living room.
Mama was sitting on the couch rubbing Trent’s head like he was a little bitty boy. She always loved him like he was her own, even though my aunt hated it.
“Y’all, Raymone sent a text saying he wants to meet me. It’s urgent,” I said.
“Tell him you will meet him, and you’re coming now,” Trent said.
“I don’t know, I got a funny feeling 'cause he been ignoring Mama with his son on his deathbed, but he’s hitting me up,” I said.
“Come on, let’s go, y'all,” Rudy said. “Follow me, y'all, we can go out the garage.”
We went into my gun room by the garage. I handed Rudy a Ruger Max-9. I grabbed a Desert Eagle for myself, and I gave Trent a Glock 40 with an extended clip. I gave my big shirt to my mama so security wouldn’t know she was packing.
Confrontation at the Mansion
When we got to Pop’s mansion, the security didn’t even search us. I asked Marlon, my dad's head of security, where he was, and he said he was in his office.
When I got there, Raymone and his wife, Jada, were sitting at his desk.
“Have a seat, son,” he said.
I looked back at the door where my mom and Trent stood.
“Hey, Rudy, why are you here? We called to meet with our son, not his ex-wife,” Jada said, rolling her neck.
“Well, I came to talk to your deadbeat-ass husband about his son who’s on his deathbed!” Rudy snapped.
“Ain’t no way. My Donny left here last night fine. We talked about a payment plan, but right now I barely have enough soldiers to move my weight, plus three bricks were snatched. That’s why I wanted to have a meeting with my oldest son—I knew he could get the work sold fast. Trent,
I know you would help your uncle. I can keep the work coming, nephew, too. I know you came down here to start over.”
“I ain’t stressing 'bout no money, Raymone.
I got one million from my deadbeat-ass daddy’s insurance policy.
I mean, I didn’t even buy the nigga. He wasn't shit.
He wouldn't care if I died, and now he in hell—I celebrated his death in the strip club!
I spent $4,000 on a stripper I barely knew, and I could’ve paid that to burn his ass up,” Trent vented while Raymone chuckled.
“Raymone, I don’t think I can move your weight. I got to take care of Donny right now. My brother—never mind, my family comes before the game,” I said.
Raymone stood up with an evil smirk on his face. He pointed near the door at Rudy.
“Your poor-ass black genes made my sons some bitch-ass niggas. They will honor you, but never listen to me, and I’m the parent who’s well-off! You just a hood whore whose pussy was good. I should have left you after I had this boy; I knew I didn’t want you,” he spat.
“Raymone, I gave you your drive. You mad because my boys are everything you will never be. The pressure boy in front of you is who you wish you were. He doesn’t even respect you or your ways, because I raised a man who stands on principle and respect,” Rudy fired back.
Jada pulled out her phone and started texting someone. I looked into Trent’s eyes, and he looked into mine—we instantly knew shit was about to go left.
“Pops, we 'bout to leave. I’ll come talk to you tomorrow,” I said.
“Nah, fuck that! Your brother ain't shit, you'll never be shit, just stay the fuck away!” he screamed.
Someone knocked on the door. It was three security guards.
“Fuck you, nigga, I’m 'bout to take Trent’s advice and put down my million-dollar policy,” I said.
“That’s funny, nigga, because I put both you and your brother on half-a-million-dollar policies. When they take his ass off life support, I’ll get my money for my bricks!”
I charged at him. He shot me in the shoulder, but Rudy shot him in the head five times. Trent shot all three security guards until the clip was empty—like the maniac he was, exactly as expected.
Jada sat in her chair, shaking and pissing on herself.
“Bitch, you disrespected me. You thought shit was a game, now look, bitch. Look what y'all made me do! He left, bitch. He raped me, beat me, made me feel like shit, abandoned my boys because I was young and deserved better,” my mom said, pacing and shaking.
“Just leave, please! I am just a wife!” Jada cried.
“Bitch, were you just a wife when I first walked in here and you ran your mouth?” Rudy fired back.
“Tee-Tee, she only ran her mouth because she thought her husband was really like that,” Trent added.
I couldn’t even speak; I was hurt. My daddy was a bitch, and I was still hurting that he had gone out like that because he was pure evil and selfish. I pulled my Desert Eagle out and shot Jada right in the middle of the head. Her brains splattered everywhere.
“Oh my God, I was gonna let her live her life, Clover!” Rudy said.
“She chose her life,” I said, looking at the bodies scattered across the room.
Clearing the House
I walked to the security room where Marlon was sitting, bobbing his head to music with his earphones in while watching the cameras—though I noticed the office itself didn’t have cameras.
I aimed my gun at the back of his head and took the shot.
His body slumped over. I grabbed today's tape and headed toward the storage room.
There were over 80 bricks. Trent stood by me, eyes wide like a kid at a candy store.
“Nigga, we leaving it or taking it?” he asked.
“We taking it, nigga, but I need a stash house for real.”
I pulled out my phone and called Silk. He answered on the first ring.
“I need you to get a U-Haul and two gallons of gas. Meet me at Raymone’s spot now. Shit went down, we need to grab and get the fuck out,” I said calmly.
Silk got there in 45 minutes. Me, Silk, and Trent took a little less than an hour to get everything loaded up.
Me and Trent poured gas all over the house.
When we walked outside, my mom lit a cigarette, took a drag, and threw the butt into the garage.
We sat and watched until the house went up in flames.
We all rode in the U-Haul while Rudy trailed us. When we got to the house, we parked in the garage. Me and Trent went upstairs to the attic and saw it was more than enough room to store the product for now. Me, Trent, and Silk hauled the bricks up.
Sanctuary
We sat in the kitchen. I couldn’t help but cry—my daddy was dead. He might have been a fuck-nigga, but he was still a part of me. Rudy got up and held me, my tears and blood staining her shirt. I had even forgotten I’d been shot for a second.
I went upstairs. Golden jumped out of bed, seeing my shirt covered in blood. She sat me down on the edge of the bed, kissed my war wound, and grabbed tweezers to pull the bullet out. Then she cleaned it with alcohol and peroxide, grabbed cotton balls, and patched me up.
I couldn't help but keep crying. She sat on my lap and held me, tears rolling down her own face seeing me break down. We sat and cried together. I had never felt more connected to anybody in my life.